Chunyangzi heard Gu Yazi's message. He had a good personal relationship with Gu Yazi, but at the moment he turned a deaf ear and just looked at the terrifying young man opposite him silently.
"The Eleventh Battle!"
Ye Ruochen stood in the sky above Xiejia Mountain City, his long hair flying in the wind, and the world moved with it, as if he was the protagonist here, the whole secret realm. Everyone has become vulgar.
A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Taiyi and the group of people. His expression was not at all arrogant, nor was his aura at all arrogant. He was just as calm as water.
"In this battle, please listen carefully..."
He said softly: "I not only want the mountain city of Shijia, but also the Taiyi Ancient Sect's thousand-year resources before I can spare your life!"
The last word was spat out, and the majestic aura buzzed like the abyss. Come on.
Chun Yangzi and the remaining supreme masters such as Ling Yanzi, Shuiyue Lu, could not bear the pressure of each other's momentum, and couldn't help but retreat ten miles.
The disciples such as Lu Zhixian and Xie Xiaofei below were even more unbearable. They retreated far away. They were all covered with cold. Not to mention resisting, they even had no ability to use their mental skills or move their true energy.
Xie Xiaofei hissed from a distance: "Uncle, it’s okay to not fight for the Xiejia Mountain!"
"That's right, Master!"
"Senior Brother!"
Shui Yuelu, Ling Yanzi and other supreme masters also looked at Chunyangzi and said dejectedly: "We won't fight over Mount Xiejia. "
Chun Yangzi was silent. He was still looking at Ye Ruochen. No one knew what he was thinking. At this moment, he finally spoke slowly: "I finally understand what Uncle Ling Yun is thinking. It doesn’t matter if we don’t fight, Taiyi... survive for countless thousands of years, we are wrong, we are not fighting for Shijia Mountain City!”
Ling Yanzi murmured: “I don’t understand what senior brother is talking about! ”
Chunyangzi chuckled lightly and looked at her: "The way to survive is to compromise and seek perfection. Junior Brother Wuyunzi is not here, and Taiyi will be in your hands from now on. You should know what to do."
Ling Yan Zi asked foolishly: "What about you?"
Pure Yoko took a deep breath: "I can't do it. I can't compromise. I'm tired of it. I don't want to suffer any more today."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and flew away a group of people. He flicked his fingers and heard a sword sound. , already holding a red divine sword in his hand, walked towards Ye Ruochen.
Ling Yanzi roared: "I have heard of him, you are no match for him, you can't even touch the corner of his clothes!"
Chunyangzi turned a deaf ear, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked towards Ye Ruochen step by step, with a loud voice: "The eleventh battle, Taiyi! Chunyangzi!"
"Too weak! You don't have to die in vain!"< br>
Ye Ruochen stood high in the void, gently waving his sleeves like an ant, and a majestic Daoyuan power and the power of his original self came silently.
Chun Yangzi's momentum increased, and he instantly reached the first stage of the eternal realm. He held a sword in both hands and stood across Zhongmou to resist.
However, they are both Hengzhizun, but their strength gap is huge.
"Bang!"
It was vulnerable to the blow and flew backwards for seventy miles, its face turned pale.
There are countless aliens and humans from all directions, and they can't help but show pity on their faces.
Ling Yanzi and other Supreme Leaders, Lu Zhixian, Xie Xiaofei and others who retreated far away looked sad and angry, mixed with shock and anger.
However, Chunyangzi once again walked towards Ye Ruochen step by step.
"Bang!"
He was knocked back a hundred miles.
He stopped again and approached Ye Ruochen step by step, his momentum even more majestic.
That Ye Ruochen sneered: "The eternal realm of the mortal world is vulnerable to a single blow, with the courage of an ordinary man and the strength of a mayfly, boring and vulgar!"
With a tap of his finger, he showed the attitude of an ambush in the eight wastelands. , stirring up ancient murderous intent.
"Bang——"
Chun Yangzi used his sword to block again, but still couldn't block it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Senior Brother!"
"Master Uncle!"
The hundreds of people from the Taiyi Ancient Sect could not help but despair to the extreme, and were extremely sad and angry.
Chunyangzi took a deep breath, stopped her body again, and stepped forward.
Ye Ruochen finally lost his patience, with undisguised murderous intent in his eyes: "If Taiyi always behaves like this, it is really disappointing, tens of thousands of years of ancient sect, haha."
< br>As soon as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from the distance: "Uncle, how about giving this eleventh battle to the disciples?"
The voice was neither loud nor quiet, just enough to make everyone happy. When people hear it, it seems to be coming from afar. But, who could it be at this moment?
Countless eyes looked at him subconsciously.
I saw a figure coming from the sea of clouds in the direction of the entrance of Xiejia Mountain City. Dressed in green clothes, with a slender figure, loose hair, handsome appearance, and no emotion on his face.
In the beginning, he was still far away, but in the blink of an eye he was next to Chunyangzi, stretching out a hand to block him and the Taiyi Ancient Sect.
Chun Yangzi looked at him absentmindedly: "You...Xin Zhuo?"
......
"Fourth Junior Brother?"
"Xin Zhuo?"
Ling Yanzi, Xie Xiaofei, Lu Zhixian, Luo Wu and others of the Taiyi Ancient Sect were startled.
Xin Zhuo is back again.
He...is already the Supreme?
...
"Xin Zhuo?!"
Among the human race observers in the distance, Ye Miaojin, Gu Zhibei, Prince Zhi and others finally had a strange look on their faces.
“Is this person Xin Zhuo?”
“The monster who killed all the Tribulation Immortals in the ancient wilderness?”
"I heard that this person is extremely talented and very good at fighting."
"Hasn't he been exiled to death by the monks in the ancient world?"
A large number of new masters who entered the Heaven Ranking couldn't help but talk in surprise.
……
“Huh? This kid is still alive…”
Yun Zhongyang and other ancestors also knew Xin Zhuo back then, but this guy left such a deep impression on people. It was because of him that the Taiyi Ancient Sect had deceived everyone for hundreds of years.
Ling Xiao Ancient Costume Bai Qiong Supreme asked in confusion: "Who is this son?"
Yun Zhongyang explained: "A disciple of Taiyi Ancient Sect Wu Yunzi, he is Taiyi Ancient Sect Taiyiyuan The existence of the land and the erection of monuments and statues!”
Supreme Bai Qiong was even more puzzled: "What virtues and abilities does he have?"
Gu Yazi said: "He tortured all the geniuses in the middle realm in the fantasy world of heaven and earth, and killed thousands of people in the ancient wilderness. Immortal, overwhelming all the juniors on the two clans’ rankings!”
"It turns out it's him!"
Supreme Bai Qiong had some vague impressions. It was really the matter of killing the Tribulation Immortal in the Ancient Wasteland that made too big a fuss. "By the way, killing the three people in Donghua Mingyu Are the people of the three Daoshan tribes also like this?”
That matter is also very related and has great cause and effect, and it has already spread to the Central Territory!
Ancestor Yun Zhongyang chuckled: "Yes, it's him too!"
Bai Qiong sneered and waved his sleeves, saying: "It is true that he is a talent, but he is just a real person. The junior in the middle realm has probably never set foot in the void world and does not know the true methods of heaven and earth. How dare he provoke this eleventh battle?
Chunyang Zi of Heng Realm can't do it, but he can?
Does he know how terrifying the Eastern Palace is?
Ignorant junior, boring and tight! "
Yun Zhongyang and others looked at each other, frowning. These words were a little rough, but they were very reasonable. Where did Xin Zhuo get the confidence?
Taiyi Ancient Sect Elder To die, now is it the younger one’s turn to die?
...
"Ancestor, he is here, we know him!"
In the corner of the secret realm, the boy and girl exclaimed in surprise.
The Clay Bodhisattva was silent for a long time, shook his head and said: "I understand, no wonder..."
...
"Master Nephew Xin, why are you doing this..."
Chunyangzi looked at Xin Zhuo in front of him, and his consciousness returned to six or seven hundred years ago, when this son came to be his disciple alone.
Then he went back to the past few hundred years, and this son's talents were beyond the reach of others...
Xin Zhuo looked at him and chuckled: "I will fight this battle, master. Look from a distance!”
Although he was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.
Chunyangzi suddenly felt a sense of relief for no reason. He felt a sense of determination and irreversibility. His eyebrows stretched, his mind relaxed, and he retreated in the air until he was hundreds of miles away. He really gave up the eleventh battle to Xin. Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo then looked at Ye Ruochen opposite: "Do you mind substituting someone before the battle? If you mind..."
Ye Ruochen had been looking at him and suddenly interrupted: "No Mind!" (End of this chapter)